Love washes over the tides
of grey,
in the night they rise.
Guided by breath and dreams,
his hands can find me and be the only ones.
It is in silence
the way morning sweeps in,
trying to take back old words
and paint the canvas
as intended.
Love washes over the tides
of grey,
in the night they rise.
Guided by breath and dreams,
his hands can find me and be the only ones.
It is in silence
the way morning sweeps in,
trying to take back old words
and paint the canvas
as intended.
July 31, 2014 at 5:34 am
❤
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July 31, 2014 at 7:23 am
Love!
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